• The Flower never ceasing
    Our hands slowly caressing
    The undefined beauty
    Of nothing more but fading amnesty

    As soon as the Flower grows
    It's beauty simply glows
    But its time will soon be passing
    Slowly, but will come uninviting

    But the passing is never the end
    For one's true growth depends
    In what the naked eyes cannot see
    But what our hearts truly feel...